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Asar-Suti sits near the fireplace, with a pint of Guiness - it's late enough for that. Guppy has fed the trilobites today, and the purple god now simply plays with a bit of mithril wire, bending it into all sorts of animal shapes, using a violet spark that runs up and down the wire, bending it.

He hopes the time for a break for the kitchen staff is going to be soon.

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"Hi, Sooty," Gil wanders across with a tray filled with his usual break stuff - coffee and pastries to share with Sooty - plus a large ball of blue wool and a crochet hook.

He sits down, pours the coffee and passes Sooty his cup.

Asar-Suti accepts the coffee, but staaaaares at the wool and the crochet hook.

He kisses Gil, because kissing GIl is always lovely, but then he staaaaares some more.

"What is that?" he finally asks.

"What? asks Gil, sipping his coffee and reaching for a pastry. He nibbles it getting crumbs on his lips and making appreciative humming noises over its mapley pecaness.

"The blue wool you're stirring with a stick!" Asar-Suti says. "What is that?"

He takes a pastry as well, and likes it, and appreciatively smiles at Gil.

"S'a blanket," Gil says and takes another large bite of pastry through which he says, "or will be when it's done," rather crumbily.

"Oh, it's a bit like weaving, or embroidery, then," Asar-Suti says. On his world, that's mostly female work, but not exclusively. "What's it for - I can conjure more blankets any time. But some things must, of course, be done by hand."

"It's for baby Joshua," Gil says. "I never gave Richard and Armand a present for him. And this might come in quite handy."

He glances towards the bundle of wool and raises his eyebrows innocently. It might be noted that the 'blanket' while of very very fine soft wool guaranteed not to hurt delicate feathers has something of a 'net' quality about it.

"I never gave them a present for him, either..." Asar-Suti muses. He reached and touches the beginnings of the blanket. "It is very very fine and soft."

"I didn't know you could that kind of craft," he then adds. So many things he yet doesn't know about his lover, Asar-Suti wonders, even after more than three months. Well, you never learn everything about a person, no matter how much you love them, not after a lifetime. Thinking you can know everything is not only a fallacy, it makes love less exciting.

Surprise is good.

"I knew how once," Gil says. "I'm learning again now. I don't want to use anything magic for that baby because he has all kinds of his own and they might not mix. It's harder work by hand but less chancy."

"That makes lots of sense - Loki must have made him with some sort of magic, after all."

Asar-Suti still doesn't consider the possibility Loki 'made' Joshua by simply bonking with David while in female-shape.

"So I better make him something non-magical as well - it's just that I'm no good at that sort of thing."

"Well by the time I 've finished fiddling with it, it will be pretty stressed," Gil says, "so you could magic it clean and fragrant and then it could be from both of us."

"But then it would be magic again - I should perhaps wash it, in cold water, with special expensive wool detergent. From an expensive ecological shop? For which I would especially have to go to Earth to buy it?"

Asar-Suti seems to believe in making things difficult to show his good will.

"If you like," Gil says cooperatively. "Though it's easy enough to add a dissipating effect to a spell so it disappears a very short while after applying it. That way the blanket would still be clean and sweet smelling but without the residual magical flux.

"You know, that's really very clever - a magical magic remover! Do you know how you'd do that, with the magic system from your world? I can adapt them, as we know."

Whee, complicated new magical puzzle!

Because that makes Asar-Suti happy, he kisses Gil, then watches him crotchet, tyoing up the little knots with the hook, just so, to let the continuous thread miraculously tangle systematically into that pretty pattern.

Surprises never end with Gil. One shouldn't underestimate former fauns.

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